Currently we have 37 cats
Next Moonpool visit is in 2 posts
My clan uses 7 servingsall apprentices train.
snowdusk is now mentoring graypaw.
snowdusk, creamtail, lilypetal, goosefeather, otterfang and blossomstar do 2 hunting patrols.
mudwing, frostwing, duskwing, woodpaw, rossclaw and quickflash do 2 border patrols.
blossomstar goes back to moonpool to request a warrior.
The border patrol had brought news of a peculiar scent on the east border. So Blossomstar, who’d lead the hunting patrol, planned to briefly stray to find out what it was.
“Y’all ready? Let’s go!”
And Blossomstar led them away.
The cats travelled through flat land. Not so accustomed to the hilly territory yet, Blossomstar felt somewhat relieved. Flat land! Finally! The new kits never knew the leafy land we lived in before, Blossomstar realized with a shocked pang.
Rustling in a nearby bush brought Blossomstar back to WhisperClan.
“What are you doing here?” a molly growled.
“No, the question, my dear, is what are you doing here? This is WhisperClan territory. Whatever-your-Clan-name-is’s territory is right over there, a tail-length away. Step back!” Blossomstar was not about to get bossed around by a cat on her own territory.
Making herself twice the height of her opponent, she gave the cat a slight shove.
“Now move, flea-pelt!”
“Take me to your leader,” the molly hissed.
“Suppose I am the leader?”
“Liar!” The tabby pounced on Blossomstar.
More scents mingled in the air, and a cream-coloured Persian stepped in.
His cool expression made it obvious he was totally oblivious to the situation.
“Shortcall! Get off the cat!” He scolded.
“Pfft, Shortcall? Clearly your size won you that!” Creamtail snorted without thinking.
“I’d rather be small than large!” Shortcall hissed back.
“Shut up, Shortcall!” The Persian said. He turned to Blossomstar. “I assume you’re the leader? This is Shortcall, and I’m Lemmingfoot, of FreezeClan - well, we’re StoneClan now. So sorry for this incident.”
“Just keep your cats off our territory and all’s good,” Blossomstar said, as kindly as she could. Though she couldn’t eliminate the edge in her voice.
Two more cats pressed in through the bushes. With a jolt Snowdusk realized that a big tabby tom was staring at her. She glared back until the tom lowered his gaze.
The patrol hunted along the east border, and stopped at the Lake Where Serpents Swim.
They started heading back. Something big splashed in the lake, and Snowdusk’s eyes widened. Her eyes met Creamtail’s, and he gave her a quick wink.
Sweet! But her positive thoughts were brief. I’ve learned before that Creamtail’s always right. There might be danger if there’s really a serpent!
Snowdusk suddenly whirled around. “Blossomstar, I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back by moonrise.”
Blossomstar nodded. “Careful, though.”
Creamtail offered to go with her, but she refused. He’ll think I’m just silly and worried ‘bout nothing.
And she went off in the opposite direction.
Arriving at the east shore, she stopped. Stupid! How are you supposed to find this thing?
“Hey,” a voice said.
Snowdusk looked around to see the big ugly warrior who’d been looking at her with a creepy, loving expression.
“What do you want?” Snowdusk growled.
“Feisty!” the warrior kidded, “I’m Bramblefoot… but call me Bramble. And what do you mean, what do I want? I want you!”
“Well, I’m Snowdusk. Ready and totally willing to break your heart.”
“I suppose I’ll call you Snow. StarClan’s wrong with the prefixes, suffixes and the Warrior Code, y’know.”
Snowdusk gasped. “Lies! Now if you had any chance - which you never, ever did, by the way, you’ve just ruined it all!”
“C’mon, don’t you wanna hang out for just a bit?”
“How old are you? You sound like a Dark Forest elder!”
“Seventeen moons. You?”
“Nineteen. But it doesn’t matter. Listen, buddy, if you want to chase this cat, your heart’s gonna get broken over and over again. It ain’t worth it.”
And with that she whirled around and galloped away.
Somehow, Bramblefoot had made her miss Creamtail. The cat was five moons older than her, but sooo much gentler and kinder.
The snow-white cat felt eyes still staring at her.
Oh, Bramblefoot, quit stalking.
Stirring bushes told confirmed her suspicion.
“Quit it! Show yourself!”
Sure enough, Bramblefoot emerged.
“Get back on your Clan territory! Or I’ll chase you off!”
The bigger cat showed her teeth. When Bramblefoot didn’t run away, Snowdusk headed for the camp.
“Blossomstar! Bramblefoot from StoneClan is stalking me!”
The white cat lashed her tail angrily. “I will not allow such things. So far the new Clan’s been nothing but utter trouble! If they don’t improve we’re going to drive them off. I want to go see their leader.”
So Blazeroar, Creamtail, Splittail and Stormclaw followed Blossomstar into the territory.
“What do you want?” Blossomstar immediately recognized Shortcall, aka StoneClan’s troublemaker. “You’re trespassing.”
“Well, I need to talk to your leader. Like, need.”
“What about?”
“None of your business until your leader says it is. Take me to your leader, now. Or I’ll take myself there.”
“You’ll do no such thing. I’m taking you there.”
And Shortcall did. “These trespassers would like to speak to you, Pinestar.”
Pinestar gave Shortcall a glare. “Get out.”
Seeing that there was a meeting, Lemmingfoot left too, and Blossomstar’s warriors stayed out of the leader den.
“So what’s this about?” Pinestar paused. “No problems, I hope?”
“Oh, problems, for sure!” Blossomstar snapped. “You can’t be so clueless when you’re a leader, Pinestar. Keep track of your cats!! Bramblefoot has been stalking Snowdusk since you guys got here.”
“I should have guessed. He’s been away so much. I’ll keep better track of them.”
“Sure, well here’s an idea. Sounds like you’re a new leader, so what if every three moons we meet somewhere? Whole-Clan meets. We can have queens and maybe some toms in a nursery looking after kits, show-off sessions for apprentices, and kind of like meet-ups for warriors. Though I still will never encourage my cats to have strong relationships with cats from another Clan, but… might work?”
Pinestar tilted her head from side to side, considering Blossomstar’s offer. Finally she agreed.
“Perfect. Next meet in a week? For seven days? Just north of Lake Where Serpents Swim?”
Word of Creamtail’s lake story had escaped a kit’s mouth, and now the lake had a name.
“Where’s that?”
“I’ll send Creamtail to come and show you.”
And it was agreed - one week, for seven days, the whole clan, north of Creamtail’s lake.
Excitement was not a word you could use to describe WhisperClan’s camp. Exhilaration – that’s more like it. Even a week later, the news of the Whole-Clan Meets hadn’t stopped being the big buzz in the WhisperClan camp.
Now the day was here, and they were leaving. Creamtail and StoneClan were already there.
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